Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 71226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
I stood up and straightened the lapels of my suit.
I might not be the big boss.
Hell, I might not be the underboss.
But I still had connections.
And Dario.
Dario was the nephew of the big boss.
If Dario wanted my sister, he would have her.
I didn’t care what it took.
“Either sign these papers or die,” I said. “Either outcome works.”
The only thing that saved the man as long as it had was the fact that he got into enough fights that he had to go into solitary once every other week. The man barely spent any time in the yard.
“Have a good day, Devin. Make sure you do what Daddy says today.”
I gritted my teeth.
This little prick.
Walking to the door, I banged on it twice.
A guard opened the door and let me out.
I waited until we were out in the lobby before I stopped him.
“Make his life even more miserable,” I ordered.
I slipped the guard a hundo and walked away, my gaze snagging on a man in the parking lot on his phone.
He didn’t look up as I passed him, but I swear to Christ he looked familiar as fuck.
With one last passing glance, I got on my phone and said, “Hey, make sure he signs those papers. I want it done before my sister realizes what’s happened. Lean on whatever you need to to make that happen.”
My right-hand man, Everett, grunted. “You got it, boss.”
I hung up and called Dario.
“You get it done?” he asked without greeting me.
“Done,” I confirmed. “Kind of. He needs a bit more convincing. But I bribed the guard again. They won’t let up on him until he signs.”
“Good,” Dario grumbled. “Did you get the kid moved?”
“Tired of fuckin’ doing it,” I grumbled. “Stashed them in some middle-of-the-road town in Montana. They’ll never find them there.”
“Good,” Dario said. “They better not ever be found. I don’t want my new wife knowing.”
I snorted. “She’s too dumb to ever figure that out.”
“Don’t underestimate her, Devin,” Dario said. “You do know that she’s outsmarted us for seven years now, right?”
“She’s done, though,” I pointed out. “It was all luck, anyway.”
“Luck or not, she managed it.” He laughed a bit manically. “But you’re right. She’s done now.”
Two
Chin up. Tits out. You got this.
—Ramsey’s personal pep talk.
Ramsey
A solid punch to the right solar plexus was enough to knock the wind right out of my lungs.
But I’d been fighting for my life for seven years now.
I wouldn’t let some sneak attack kill me.
With a solid twist, my elbow connected with the man’s jaw.
I heard the solid crack and knew that I’d just broken his jaw.
Blood poured down my eyebrow.
I’d need more stitches.
Great.
“Break it up!”
I backed away, blood now pouring down the length of my face, down my neck and across my chest.
“You, solitary.”
I rolled my eyes.
A guard roughly caught my arm and yanked me to the side.
I went, because I’d found that fighting the guards was pointless.
They were all fucking crooked, but they controlled my life in here.
Fighting them only made it worse.
Speaking of worse, I’d only thought that things couldn’t get any worse in this hellish place.
Yet, after refusing to sign the divorce papers, I’d experienced just that.
Soon, I’d be dead.
And I thought that might be okay.
I still had eight years to go on this sentence and probably wouldn’t make it that long.
I wasn’t getting any younger.
And it wasn’t like I had any friends in this god-forsaken place that would help protect me.
I…
“Kelly.”
I looked over to see the warden standing there looking pissed.
Another really large man stood next to him, looking even more intimidating than the warden.
Not that I couldn’t take either man.
I could.
I’d been fighting for my life for seven years.
I could take both of them simultaneously.
But the warden controlled what I ate. When I ate. When I slept. When I pissed and shit.
He could make life here worse, and we both knew it.
The guard holding my arm paused.
“Take him to the meeting room.”
Great.
Another “meeting.”
Just what I wanted to hear.
When I got there, it was to find that it wasn’t anyone that I expected it to be.
In the seven years that passed, the only ones that ever came to see me were Dario and Devin.
Dario let it slip once that Sage was kept from visiting.
Every time she tried, she was sent away.
And she tried.
A lot.
It was probably best for her to stay away.
Yet, I couldn’t stop myself from writing her.
She was my wife, after all.
But this man?
This man wasn’t one I’d ever seen.
He also looked vaguely familiar.
“Who are you?” I asked.
The man grinned. “My name is Apollo. I’m going to get you out of here.”
I blinked. “How?”
“That man you saw out there with the warden?”
I nodded warily.
“That’s another warden of a prison. He’s got a transfer to take you to his prison. They are going to riot and you’re going to escape on the way there.”